This poem is for the epidemic dead and the living. Remember them? …
Melvin Dixon
Vermont leaves under glass, …
Reading clouds beyond the road …
“I am not the prodigal son,” I said …
Rippling hospital sheets …
Once teaching English in Ivory Coast …
Work out. Ten laps. …
At the Louvre you find Mona Lisa …
The children in the life: …
The first night you were gone …
First goes floordust, then newspapers …
Yours free without the asking …